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〃Sir；〃 said Alfred； 〃I leave those complaints to the insane ones： with me the gigantic wrong drives out the petty worries。 I cannot feel my stings for my deep wound。〃
〃Oh； then； you admit you are not treated _unkindly_ here？〃
I admit nothing of the kind； sir。 I merely decline to encumber your memory with petty injuries； when you are good enough to inquire into a monstrous one。〃
〃Now that is very sensible and considerate；〃 said Mr。 Tollett。 〃 I will see you； sir； again before we leave。〃
With this promise Alfred was obliged to be content。 He retired respectfully； and the justice said； 〃He seems as sane as I am。〃 The doctor smiled。 The justice observed it； and not aware that this smile was a formula； as much so as a prizefighter's or a ballet…dancer's； began to doubt a little： He reflected a moment； then asked who had signed the certificates。
〃Dr。 Wycherley for one。〃
〃Dr。 Wycherley？ that is a great authority。〃
〃One of the greatest in the country； sir。〃
〃Oh； then one would think he must be more or less deranged。〃
〃Dangerously so at times。 But in his lucid intervals you never saw a more quiet gentlemanly creature。〃 （Formula。）
〃How sad！〃
〃Very。 He is my most interesting patient （formula）； though terribly violent at times。 Would you like to see the medical journal about him？〃
〃Yes； by…and…bye。〃
The inspection then continued： the inspector admired the clean sheets that covered the beds； all of them dirty； some filthy： and asked the more reasonable patients to speak freely and say if they had any complaint to make。 This question being； with the usual sagacity of public inspectors； put in the presence of Cooper and the doctor； who stuck to Tollett like wax； the mad people all declared they were very kindly treated。 The reason they were so unanimous was this： they knew by experience that； if they told the truth； the justices could not at once remedy their discomforts； whereas the keepers； the very moment the justices left the house； would knock them down； beat them； shake them； strait…jacket them； and starve them： and the doctor； less merciful； would doctor them。 So they shook in their shoes； and vowed they were very comfortable in Silverton Grove。
Thus； in later days； certain Commissioners of Lunacy inspecting Accomb House； extracted nothing from Mrs。 Turner； but that she was happy and comfortable under the benignant sway of Metcalf the mildthere present。 It was only by a miracle the public learned the truth； and miracles are rare。
Meantime； Alfred had a misgiving。 The plausible doctor had now Squire Tollett's ear； and Tollett was old； and something about him reminded the Oxonian of a trait his friend Horace had detected in old age：
〃Vel quod res omnes timide gelide que ministrat。 Dilator； spe longus； iners；〃 &c。
He knew there was another justice in the house； but he knew also he should not be allowed to get speech with him； if by cunning or force it could be prevented。 He kept his door ajar。 Presently Nurse Hannah came bustling along with an apronful of things； and let herself into a vacant room hard by。 This Hannah was a young woman with a pretty and rather babyish face； diversified by a thick biceps muscle in her arm that a blacksmith need not have blushed for。 And I suspect it was this masculine charm； and not her feminine features； that had won her the confidence of Baker and Co。； and the respect of his female patients： big or little； excited or not excited； there was not one of them this bicipital baby…face could not pin by the wrists； and twist her helpless into a strong…room； or handcuff her unaided in a moment； and she did it； too； on slight provocation。 Nurse Hannah seldom came into Alfred's part of the house； but when she did meet him； she generally gave him a kind look in passing； and he had resolved to speak to her； and try if he could touch her conscience； or move her pity。 He saw what she was at； but was too politic to detect her openly and irritate her。 He drew back a step； and said softly； 〃Nurse Hannah！ Are you there？〃
〃Yes； I am here；〃 said she sharply； and came out of the room hastily； and shut it。 〃What do you want； sir？〃
Alfred clasped his hands together。 〃If you are a woman； have pity on me。〃
She was taken by surprise。 〃What can I do？〃 said she in some agitation。 〃I am only a servant。〃
〃At least tell me where I can find the Visiting Justice； before the keepers stop me。〃
〃Hush！ Speak lower；〃 said Hannah。 〃You _have_ complained to one； haven't you？〃
〃Yes； but he seems a feeble old fogy。 Where is the other？ Oh； pray tell me？〃
〃I mustn't： I mustn't In the noisy ward。 There； run。〃
And run he did。
Alfred was lucky enough to get safe into the noisy ward without being intercepted。 And then he encountered a sunburnt gentleman； under thirty； in a riding…coat； with a hunting…whip in his hand： it was Mr。 Vane； a Tory squire and large landholder in the county。
Now； as Alfred entered at one door； Baker himself came in at the other； and they nearly met at Vane。 But Alfred saluted him first； and begged respectfully for an interview。
〃Certainly； sir；〃 said Mr。 Vane。
〃Take care； sir； he is dangerous；〃 whispered Baker。 Instantly Mr。 Vane's countenance changed。 But this time Alfred overheard the formula； and said quietly： 〃Don't believe him； sir。 I am not dangerous； I am as sane as any man in England。 Pray examine me； and judge for yourself。〃
〃Ah； that is his delusion；〃 said Baker。 〃Come； Mr。 Hardie； I allow you great liberties； but you abuse them。 You really must not monopolise his Worship with your fancies。 Consider； sir； you are not the only patient he has to examine。〃
Alfred's heart sank： he turned a look of silent agony on Mr。 Vane。
Mr。 Vane； either touched by that look； or irritated by Baker's pragmatical interference； or perhaps both； looked that person coolly in the face； and said sternly： 〃Be silent； sir； and let _the gentleman_ speak to me。〃
CHAPTER XXXIII
ALFRED thus encouraged told his story with forced calmness； and without a word too much。 Indeed； so clear and telling was the narrative； and the logic so close； that incoherent patients one or two stole up and listened with wonder and a certain dreamy complacency； the bulk； however； held aloof apathetic： inextricably wrapped in fictitious Autobiography。
His story told； Alfred offered the Dodds in evidence that the fourteen thousand pounds was no illusion； and referred to his sister and several friends as witnesses to his sanity； and said the letters he wrote were all stopped in the asylum： and why？ That no honest man or woman might know where he was。
He ended by convincing Mr。 Vane he was a sane and injured man； and his father a dark designing person。
Mr。 Vane asked him whether he had any other revelations to make。 Alfred replied； 〃Not on my own account； but for the sake of those afflicted persons who are here for life。 Well； the beds want repaving； the vermin thinning； the instruments of torture want abolishing； instead of hiding for an hour or two when you happen to come： what do the patients gain by that？ The madmen dare not complain to you； sir； because the last time one did complain to the justices （it was Mr。 Petworth）； they had no sooner pas